When Juice Became My Only Safe Food

I used to think vegetable juice was the answer. It felt clean, controlled—something I could measure and trust. Every morning, I’d line up cucumbers, carrots, and celery like soldiers. The juicer’s whir drowned out my hunger. I told myself I was being healthy, but really, I was just scared of eating. I’d sip slowly, counting every swallow, hoping it would fill the space where real food—and comfort—should have been. Some nights, I’d lie awake, stomach hollow, wondering if I’d ever stop being afraid of what I actually wanted. The juice was never about health. It was about control, and the fear of letting go. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet